Ferlan Flash. The most dangerous boxer of his time. He knocked people out , left them with brain damage , and sometimes left people half dead. His hits were hard and deadly and his eyes were black as coal and felt cold as dry ice. You didn't want to stare in his eyes. Oh no! You didn't want to piss him off by staring in his eyes or you'll end up somewhere in the hospital or maybe even dead. Ferlan stood six feet tall , rock hard, lean muscles and the lethal hands. His face had a sinister set to it , and no one dared looking him in the face when he was angry. It was almost enough to burn a hole right through your body. Ferlan Flash was cold , hard- hearted and almost deadly when it came to the boxing ring. It was his passion , it was his drive , it was his reason to get up at four A.M. He didn't have any other drive in his life. At least until he met some one special.
Special enough to soften him up a bit.